Chapter 69. First Dates

Lola and Melissa were walking on the streets in town, passing stores and cafes and listening to the music playing on the speakers.

“Oh here, sweetheart, can you hold that?” Greta, the owner of the antique store, asked and handed a colorful light string to Melissa.

“Of course, Greta,” she smiled and helped hold the string while Greta stood on the stepping stool and hung the lights across her windows.

Greta was much like everyone's grandmother in Wild Cliff and refused to be talked to as Mrs anything even though she’d been married for thirty-three years to her husband.

“Thanks, honey,” Greta said and took the last string from Melissa's hands.

They walked past the street musicians who were studying music at the university, many of whom wanted to travel across the country.

Beautiful guitar-strung notes traveled with the wind over the festive town and tonight was the night of the harvest festival- which meant laughs in plenty and everyone coming together.

“I want to hear everything a